Oh, I know it pretty nearly all now--all but just the last line.
Well, never mind, do as I tell you. Go to your room and finish learning
it well, and stay there until I call you down to help me get tea.
Can I take the apple blossoms with me for company? pleaded Anne.
No; you don t want your room cluttered up with flowers. You should have
left them on the tree in the first place.
I did feel a little that way, too, said Anne. I kind of felt I
shouldn t shorten their lovely lives by picking them--I wouldn t want
to be picked if I were an apple blossom. But the temptation was
_irresistible_. What do you do when you meet with an irresistible
temptation?
Anne, did you hear me tell you to go to your room?
Anne sighed, retreated to the east gable, and sat down in a chair by the
window.
There--I know this prayer. I learned that last sentence coming
upstairs. Now I m going to imagine things into this room so that they ll
always stay imagined. The floor is covered with a white velvet carpet
with pink roses all over it and there are pink silk curtains at the
windows. The walls are hung with gold and silver brocade tapestry. The
furniture is mahogany. I never saw any mahogany, but it does sound _so_
luxurious. This is a couch all heaped with gorgeous silken cushions,
pink and blue and crimson and gold, and I am reclining gracefully on it.
I can see my reflection in that splendid big mirror hanging on the wall.
I am tall and regal, clad in a gown of trailing white lace, with a
pearl cross on my breast and pearls in my hair. My hair is of midnight
darkness and my skin is a clear ivory pallor. My name is the Lady
Cordelia Fitzgerald. No, it isn t--I can t make _that_ seem real.
She danced up to the little looking-glass and peered into it. Her
pointed freckled face and solemn gray eyes peered back at her.
You re only Anne of Green Gables, she said earnestly, and I see you,
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